''so guys! im telling ya it is gonna be kinda smelly down there, and that's only when i fart.'' two gorgeous males and an unknown enigma known as ryuji gathered around the lid of a sewyer. "and don't worry, my darts ain't the words of em. just wait." on the manhole covering, the obvious work of ryuji rested in dripped ink on the sewer top. in faded crayola marker, a picture of an octopus was there, as it had a grimace which was supposedly rumored to be a smile deemed by ryuji, as the large wobbly circle of a head had a graduation hat. a chat bubble was drawn and forced words wrote, ''i live down here, hey. what's up? i wouldn't know what's up.'' Akira mumbled under his breath, astonished at ryuji's idiocy some days.
''Sakamoto, this is trespassing...We shouldn't be doing this..'' A voice of reason and wisdom, Akechi, mumbled to Ryuji. ''we are kids!'' was ryuji's excuse that wasn't even plausible. akira took akechi's hand and said loud enough for anyone to hear, ''we can just ditch him.'' akechi was considering that option for a long time, but still, akechi was curious. maybe, hopefully, ryuji was doing some illegal things down there that was worth more than a trespassing penalty. ''No, it's fine, Ren. Let's see what...he does..in his free time..'' ryuji smiles, ''i have a lot of free time!'' he begins to bend down and clutch the sides of the sewer. he begins his struggle to lift it up. ''Ryuji, you need a crowbar-''
''the hell is a crow-bar. i'm not going to drink at a bar with crows!'' ryuji snarks like a fool. ''god damn it ryuji..'' akira swears that ryuji will never have a fun time ever again, besides the nasty unlawful sewer. akechi sighs, glancing at his gay boyfriend, ''How does he not know what a crowbar is-''
''Akechi! I'm not a crow...unlike you...'' ryuji is still and always an idiot. Akechi raises his shoulders, and is just glad that ryuji never calls him. Akechi feels bad for akira though, from all the times ryuji has dialed akira. the times ryuji dialed him were to mainly inform akira about the contents of a sewer party he was at, but now, it was time for the two to experience the unknown. ryuji is still at it, red hands stained with dumb ass monstrosity actions hurt him. His palms turned callous to match his madman mind! "Ryuji- it's not going to budge!" Akechi remarks, after getting tired from akira blandly saying the lyrics to "never gonna give you up" by hee hee!!.
"Hey, you again! Tryn' get in the party without an invite again, eh?" There, a man in a cult gown stood in an alley way nearby, shouting to be heard. Akechi put a hand on his phone in case backup would be needed. "i will be your guardian, you angel." akira states, rushing himself to attack the robed figure, but was stopped by an unpleasurable yank. "AkIra! Stopt! this is how we get into the sewyur." ryuji had clung onto Akiras shoulder, which is promptly yanked away from ryuji. "don't touch me slob"
"Gays, gays, i will let ya in...IF..." The man emerged, coming closer and yet still he shouted. "he's gonna ask for somethin' insane!" Ryuji cheers at the unfavorable fact for some unknown reason. "you get me...a bizzare japanese product you didn't know you wanted...and hand it over to me! HAHAHA!'' ryuji pouts and screams, ''WHY!!!'' ryuji bellows. akechi and akira shrug, ''if you want anything you see akechi, just tell me, and with my own two hands, i'll hand it to you.'' akira reveals his oath, which alerts Akechi, ''that sounds like you plan on stealing..?'' Akechi remarks, awkwardly smiling, ''yeah i forgot my wallet at home, ryuji told me i could get some in the party but we have to do this first.'' akira responds, letting akechi nod. ''ok'' ryuji still talks to literally just himself, scoffing as he hates the old mans tricks, his laugh still in the background, '' he's so mean.'' ''HAHHAAHAHHAHAHA Ha- HRHGH'' the old man tosses a hurl on ryuji's feet. only ryuji's tears can clean that up off his shoes. ''whatevees, i never wear these in the sewer anywoys!''
the three boys ventured.
''WOW! LOOK AT THIS GUIZE!'' ryuji failed at talking, but he held up an interesting item; in his still red sore hands held a hello kitty key chain. ''Oh, that's cute, I suppose, but how is it bizarre?'' Akechi inquires. ''BECAUSE IT HAS hEwTO KWATTy!''
''no, if you press the button, it makes toilet sounds so no one hears you farting, or loudly disposing, or whatever you do in the bathroom.'' akira points out, tapping the button to hear some familiar toilet sounds that sounded normal and unapproachable. ''I NEEED THIS!''
''do you think HE'LL like it, though?'' Akechi thought, finger to his chin. ''uh...how about this'' akira's sight were landed on wooden bricks that click together. ''those look like something my ma grand would play with!'' ryuji jests. ''ew'' akira puts down the items and looks around. Akechi found himself staring at an odd item. ''what you blessin with your attention''
''Well-'' a bit too embarrassed to speak, akira looked down to see noiseless karaoke mute mic 2. ''Oh HH THEY HAVE A SeQUEL!'' ryuji chants over and over again that they have a sequel whatever the hall that means. ''I.....I don't know why, but I think this is pretty clever...''
akira ran out with three of noiseless karaoke mute mic 2s, making sure ryuji never got one or anything else at all.
they reached the sewer again, and on the manhole covering satted the cult man. ''hey take this you bum'' akira flings the noiseless karaoke mic 2 at his hidden face. ''oooh thank you i needed this because am too insecure about me sing..'' the man put the mask on and began supposedly screaming, but no one heard, luckily. the man got out a crowbar, and unhinged the manhole covering. an instant pungent smell slapped everyone's nostrils. ''sorry'' ryuji mumbles. it was time to go down to the party....
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